“Human, I am not happy with you. You took me to the humans in white coats.”
“Bagheera, relax. I had to. You’ve been coughing like you’re trying to get a hairball out. Then you had a loose stool a two nights ago and yesterday morning. I talked to the vet tech who comes in to take care of you when I cannot give you the insulin shot you need as a diabetic cat and she said I should take you to the vet. So I did.”
“Yes, and I was not happy about it. You put me in that cage, and you did not let me out until we were at the place with humans in white coats. Then when I wanted to investigate, you told me to get back in the cage. Can’t I even wander around the place?”
“No, Bagheera, you can’t. When you’re in the room it’s okay, but not when you’re out in the reception area. Those are the rules.”
“I do not like your rules, human.”
While I was not happy about it, the check up at the humans in white coats seemed to go okay. They said that my lungs seemed to be okay, and that my eyes and ears did not have any problems. But then they stuck me with a needle much bigger than the one my human uses for my blood sugar testing and put my blood in a tube.
They said that this will be used for a work up on my blood as well as a fructosamine test, which will give a more in depth and less time sensitive look at my blood sugar levels. This is important to know when treating a diabetic cat. The ear sticks are helpful for a snapshot, but the fructosamine test gives an average for the past two or three weeks.
I also was weighed, and I came in at 19.3 pounds, which is down a little from last time. The human in the white coat palpitated my stomach to make sure I was okay, and I did not like it. He told my human that my stomach was sensitive, but that could have been due to whatever caused the loose stool.
Both the human and I are hopeful that we will find that nothing is wrong with me. It is Jacey’s turn next, and I am sure when she gets back she will tell me all about it.